Little Bit of Fic Part 1
Just a little bit for dizzydame...
It's been 48 hours since they exorcised the last demon and Martha still feels bodily exhausted. She snuggles closer to the body next to her in bed, tucking her nose behind John's ear as she just takes a moment to breathe and enjoy being alive. On the floor she can see Lona and Cas still snuggled up together, her head on his neck and his tail curled around her. Its rather sweet how their dogs are as intertwined as their masters.
She chuckles quietly, a soft puff of air blowing across the back of John's neck. Even with as tired as he is, it doesn't take much to rouse those hunter instincts and wake him up. "What's up?" He asks, his voice muffled and gravely from sleep. His eyes are barely open and his hair is everywhere, poking out of the tops of the blankets.
"Its nothing love," Martha assures him, leaning over and pressing her lips chastely to his own. "I just woke up is all."
"Oh. That's alright then," John murmurs, laying his head back down on the pillow.
"Mmhm," Martha agrees, shifting her body against his to get more comfortable. The smooth slide of naked skin against equally naked skin is enough to wake up the rest of John.
"Oh, hello," he says again, turning to face her in the bed. He reaches down and pulls her leg on top of his hip, wrapping it tighter around him.
"Hello indeed," Martha responds, feeling John wake up a bit more viscerally against her.
"How long do we have?" John asks, just taking his time and rocking his body against hers.
"You mean how long do you have? Or how long do we have to do this until some damned hellspawn breaks in and tries to kill us both?" Martha begins to breathe a bit heavier, her body moving against his own.
"Hey--" John starts, glaring at what she says. "The second one. I can go all morning baby," he brags, smirking at her.
"Uh huh," she responds eloquently, not able to focus on conversation when John's hips do that dip and roll thing she likes so much. John smirks in response, he knows exactly what it is that's causing her inability to focus. Martha's fingers curl into John's shoulders as she begins to rock faster against him, the air under the covers becoming humid from their bodies and their breathing.
"John--?"
"Yeah...." Martha groans and reaches over to the bedside table to fumble for a condom. She turns back to John, about to open it when the door to their motel room busts open, a woman and two men standing in the doorway.
"Fuck, can't be good," Martha groans, pulling away from John and moving towards the floor, fumbling for a gun, an amulet, a crystal, something.
The blue-haired woman in the doorway smirks and walks in, the two men at her side. "Did you really think we wouldn't find you John Crichton?" She asks, leering at the rather naked John. Martha finally finds her gun as she falls to the floor and pulls the trigger, shooting the woman right in the side of the head.
"A gun? Really?" She asks, turning to face Martha. "Now you know that's not going to do anything but make me angry." She smirks again and waves a hand, Martha going flying across the room to be pinned against the wall.
John's been scrambling for his own cross and holy water with the woman distracted with Martha but her henchmen quickly stop him, one holding on to each arm as the woman makes her way over to him now that Martha is sufficiently taken care of for the moment. John strains at his captors hands but they've got a good grip on him, keeping him still. "Now, now, don't be rude," she murmurs, leaning over and running her eyes up and down John's naked body. "We've been looking for you for ages..."
"Go back to hell," John bites out, still struggling to get out of his captors arms.
"Funny you should say that," the woman adds, laughing. "We plan to, and you'll be going with us." The woman's is stronger than she looks and it only takes a wave of her hand to get John moving in front of her and out the door.
"John? John!!" Martha yells, struggling in her own binds against the wall.
"The girl isn't necessary," the woman murmurs to one of the men, jerking her head back into the room. "Take care of it."
It's been 48 hours since they exorcised the last demon and Martha still feels bodily exhausted. She snuggles closer to the body next to her in bed, tucking her nose behind John's ear as she just takes a moment to breathe and enjoy being alive. On the floor she can see Lona and Cas still snuggled up together, her head on his neck and his tail curled around her. Its rather sweet how their dogs are as intertwined as their masters.
She chuckles quietly, a soft puff of air blowing across the back of John's neck. Even with as tired as he is, it doesn't take much to rouse those hunter instincts and wake him up. "What's up?" He asks, his voice muffled and gravely from sleep. His eyes are barely open and his hair is everywhere, poking out of the tops of the blankets.
"Its nothing love," Martha assures him, leaning over and pressing her lips chastely to his own. "I just woke up is all."
"Oh. That's alright then," John murmurs, laying his head back down on the pillow.
"Mmhm," Martha agrees, shifting her body against his to get more comfortable. The smooth slide of naked skin against equally naked skin is enough to wake up the rest of John.
"Oh, hello," he says again, turning to face her in the bed. He reaches down and pulls her leg on top of his hip, wrapping it tighter around him.
"Hello indeed," Martha responds, feeling John wake up a bit more viscerally against her.
"How long do we have?" John asks, just taking his time and rocking his body against hers.
"You mean how long do you have? Or how long do we have to do this until some damned hellspawn breaks in and tries to kill us both?" Martha begins to breathe a bit heavier, her body moving against his own.
"Hey--" John starts, glaring at what she says. "The second one. I can go all morning baby," he brags, smirking at her.
"Uh huh," she responds eloquently, not able to focus on conversation when John's hips do that dip and roll thing she likes so much. John smirks in response, he knows exactly what it is that's causing her inability to focus. Martha's fingers curl into John's shoulders as she begins to rock faster against him, the air under the covers becoming humid from their bodies and their breathing.
"John--?"
"Yeah...." Martha groans and reaches over to the bedside table to fumble for a condom. She turns back to John, about to open it when the door to their motel room busts open, a woman and two men standing in the doorway.
"Fuck, can't be good," Martha groans, pulling away from John and moving towards the floor, fumbling for a gun, an amulet, a crystal, something.
The blue-haired woman in the doorway smirks and walks in, the two men at her side. "Did you really think we wouldn't find you John Crichton?" She asks, leering at the rather naked John. Martha finally finds her gun as she falls to the floor and pulls the trigger, shooting the woman right in the side of the head.
"A gun? Really?" She asks, turning to face Martha. "Now you know that's not going to do anything but make me angry." She smirks again and waves a hand, Martha going flying across the room to be pinned against the wall.
John's been scrambling for his own cross and holy water with the woman distracted with Martha but her henchmen quickly stop him, one holding on to each arm as the woman makes her way over to him now that Martha is sufficiently taken care of for the moment. John strains at his captors hands but they've got a good grip on him, keeping him still. "Now, now, don't be rude," she murmurs, leaning over and running her eyes up and down John's naked body. "We've been looking for you for ages..."
"Go back to hell," John bites out, still struggling to get out of his captors arms.
"Funny you should say that," the woman adds, laughing. "We plan to, and you'll be going with us." The woman's is stronger than she looks and it only takes a wave of her hand to get John moving in front of her and out the door.
"John? John!!" Martha yells, struggling in her own binds against the wall.
"The girl isn't necessary," the woman murmurs to one of the men, jerking her head back into the room. "Take care of it."